Monday, July 1, 2013

A Fresh One...

Look at what Gandolf killed last Saturday night in the barn! Yay, Gandolf! It was in the barn, where Gandolf sleeps, and he wasn't going to let this guy get near his chickens and turkeys! I found it last night buried in front of the coop door inside the barn. What a great dog! (When HE isn't eating my chickens and turkeys!)

About Me

People always ask me if I was raised on a farm. I can't help but chuckle when I answer. I grew up in the suburbs of Washington, DC in Northern Virginia. I thought my food came from the grocery store and farms were a mythical creature one would hope to get a glimpse of in their life. My husband grew up on a farm in the mountains of Southwest Virginia, however. And that's where we landed. Our farm used to be called Farm Without A Name, but with many years, children and experience under our belt, we decided on a name: Thornberry Ridge. Here, we raise 3 free ranged kids, Large Black Hogs, meat chickens, laying chickens and Dexter cattle. Between our full time jobs, farming and kids, we don't have a lot of time to chew the fat, so come along with us in this amazing journey towards self sufficiency.